A Lost Cause

I sip my morning coffee religiously but lately my two shots doesn't feel as bitter as it used to be Perhaps that's the thing about life; you get used to bitterness so much that you can no longer distinguish which one is which since everything tastes all the same Or perhaps, the thought of you crossed my mind and all the pain suddenly comes rushing back as if I am being tormented for the sins I didn't commit My wounds are burning; they’re still half-open almost to the point it's unbearable for me to mend had I known the bruise would left me scars this deep I would have walked the opposite direction that day

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